#(im baaaaack)

[ This is my first post back bc that's how I roll. Yep yep yep.

I didn't think I'd get so many requests for more!? But thank you guys, I'm always happy to feed my dear degenerates 🤭 Stay horny, stay happy pookies ‼️

Disclaimer: this is written for self-indulgent purposes only. ]

'Frustrated' doesn't even begin to cover how he feels.

It's been an entire week since the lab team screwed with his body.

It would've been fine if you were here, but the headquarters just had to call you in for some out of town assignment— Something about helping new recruits with the basics, whatever. He didn't really pay that much attention after he heard the part where you were leaving him for a few days.

Days. Just how unlucky a person has to be before suspensions of a curse being at play sounds reasonable?

Xavier found comfort in sleeping on your bed while you were away. He let himself in every day with the keys you had given to him, plopping down on the soft mattress after showering and allowing the fatigue of the day to take him away to dreamland.

He was clingy by nature, and usually he could handle it on his own, but right now his body wasn't exactly...his, per se. Things don't seem to work the way they should and it was driving him up the walls.

Why, one might wonder? Well, that would be the fact he reacted to everything regarding you. Like he was an animal in heat or something. Xavier even began to question if you had flipped a weird switch in body the last time you had your way with him.

The usual soothing smell of your shower products made his body grow hotter and he could almost taste it how it felt on your body when he licked and kissed along your skin. He tried to ignore it, but the more he moved around the more he felt the uncomfortable leaking between his legs.

For a fleeting minute he apologized to you for being a helpless pervert, but it was also partially your fault that he was this way in the first place so he wasn't all that sorry.

The soft pillows he found such a delight to hug while pretending it was you were pushed down to be in between his legs and his hips wasted no time to start moving against it. One of his hands clutched the bedsheets and his face was buried against another pillow, wanting to bring the feeling of being smothered by your thighs.

It was good, yet not good enough.

Not when compared to how you had made him feel.

He felt a desperate need to get rid of that throbbing pulsation; He needed more pressure, more friction, he needed something rammed inside of his hungry little hole.

His pants were discarted soon after, following his underwear that had a mortifying damp spot on the fabric which he pointedly ignored. Xavier chest pressed against the mattress as he propped his hips up and one of his hands reached under until it touched his sensitive folds— He tried to mimic what he does on you, slowly bringing his long fingers to slide down to his clit and shivering when he felt the immediate jolt of pleasure. It was so sensitive he had no idea if he could keep at it the way you did, but the pleasure easily outweighed the concerns.

He circled his clit with his fingers, his muffled moans mixing with the dirty, wet sounds coming from his pussy while his thighs trembled with the stimulation. It felt good. So, so damn good. Xavier nearly lost all of his strength when he tentatively tried to grind against the pillow again, this time completely bare, and it couldn't even compare to before.

He held his upper body by keeping his hands against the mattress while he basically rode the pillow into oblivion, quickly finding it easier to slide back and forth as his slicky pussy made it all slippery.

He bit down on his lips when he felt the familiar knot at the end of his stomach, moving his hips faster as the friction of his swollen clit against the fabric made his mind deliciously numb. It didn't take longer than a few more minutes for him to reach his first climax, clutching the bedsheets tightly to stay upright as the orgasm coursed through his body.

Xavier felt such immense pleasure, but the frustration that you weren't here with him wasn't forgotten. He didn't want to let this be over so soon. Not yet. His imagination would keep him company for now while you were busy.

The man positioned himself with his back against the pillows and his legs were spread out, lazily rubbing against his sensitive nub. He could feel himself clenching around nothing, as if he needed to have something inside to make this discomfort disappear.

His fingers slid down to circle the small entrance, sighing shakily when the tip of his indicator finger pressed into it tentatively. Xavier vaguely wondered if he should even be this easy to get worked up with a body that wasn't his own. It wasn't a bad thing though. By the contrary, it made it so easy for him to slip a full finger into his warm hole without any resistance, slowly thrusting in and out.

In no time another finger joined in and his pace picked up, searching for his relief once more. Your name kept on falling out of his lips as he fucked into his wet pussy, the perverted side of him wishing he could have you in the way he so desperately craved right now— Under him, helpless and panting, while he took you inside of him as deep as he physically could and as many times as you'd allow him to.

You would surely hit all the spots his fingers couldn't quite reach and maybe you'd lick him the same way you did until he saw stars again.

His imagination fueled him as his fingers thrusted faster and his free hand came to rub the little swollen nub, his moans sounding whiner when his voice cracked, calling for you over and over again as he fell apart again.

Xavier had to clean up, definitely.

Maybe later, once he takes a long and nice nap.

Or after he calls you to 'talk' about how lonely he feels.